Missing My Man

Tired joints lead me to bed
Curl up on the side where you lay your head.
You are not here,
which is still queer.

Boy, I want to hold you
Dive into your soul.
We miss you; we’ll be strong
while you are gone.

Puff on a roach
Toke a pipe
Maybe feel something
-other than this.

Home is boring without you.
Nights are for loving.